Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Storm ❯ Chapter 1

How long have I been in this storm, so overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form? Water's getting harder to tread, with these waves crashing over my head. If I could just see you, everything would be all right. If I'd see you, this darkness would turn to light.

 

Uchiha Sasuke was a man of simple pleasures. He liked to have complete darkness when he went to bed at night, he liked to have nothing but respect directed at him when he moved through the village he had once tried to betray. He liked to have his food placed ever so perfectly on his plates before he ingested them. He refused to eat his foods mixed together, if he could avoid it. He liked to have his clothing folded and washed a certain way. He liked to have things in order, liked to have things set aside so that he wouldn't lose anything.

 

It was beyond his comprehension how he truly ended up falling for the blond tornado.

 

With Naruto, things were always much more complex than they really needed to be. With Naruto, things were always harder to handle than they probably should have been. Naruto was always willing to mess things up, he had no problems mixing his foods more than they should have been. He had no problem throwing his clothing into the floor, letting all of his clothes be washed together, never minding colors and stains. He liked to make a mess, and loathed to clean up after himself. And the oddest part about him was that though he deserved more respect than nearly anyone in the village, he didn't demand it. He preferred to be anonymous to the villagers he loved so much.

 

Sasuke liked that he could sit with Naruto in the quiet, completely preoccupied with his body and his mouth and those little tricks that his powerful, calloused hands could perform. Perhaps it was something that only Naruto could do because of that centuries-old beast locked within his small body, but Sasuke didn't care. He liked having Naruto beneath him, writhing and using that deep, baritone voice he'd gotten with age to scream his name to the dark ceiling.

 

Sasuke knew what it was that had brought him to Naruto's home, knew what it was that had allowed him to take Naruto into his home, into his arms and his bed and his heart. He knew exactly what it was that made him fall in love with blond haired idiot. Naruto had saved him. Naruto had taken his powerful, golden arms and wrapped them around Sasuke. He'd sheltered Sasuke from everything, as though he were saving Sasuke from a harsh wind. He'd been the one who'd convinced Sasuke to return to the village, just as he had promised all those years ago.

 

They weren't boys anymore. They were both men. Men who were wholly set in their ways, men who were nothing more than overgrown boys with sharp toys and heavy hands. They were boys with all of the intelligence of men, with the responsibilities of men, and with the emotional development of babies. They were torn, dedicated to each other because they were all they had. Naruto was nothing without the incredible power of Sasuke to constantly challenge him. Without the mental battles they constantly engaged in, Naruto would have been left for stupid long ago. And Sasuke would never gloat about that. He would never call his blond lover dobe, idiot, stupid, dead last. Nothing too insulting though. He would never hurt his lover's feelings.

 

Naruto was stronger than Sasuke, and the raven-haired boy accepted that. Naruto was more conniving, more dedicated sometimes, and he was focused. But he was lost without Sasuke. He remembered walking into the village, Naruto pulling him. The blond had been confused, lost. He hadn't wanted to capture the paler boy. He knew that if Sasuke was brought back, there would be no roaming the country hunting him down. He knew that if he hunted Sasuke down and forced him through sheer power to return, he would have to remain in the village, because it would prove that Naruto was getting far too powerful to be controlled.

 

Naruto was what had saved Sasuke.

 

His quiet strength, his single-minded determination, his continuous growth because of his determination; it was what had inspired Sasuke. It was what had forced Sasuke to return. Naruto had cried as they'd fought.

 

“Sasuke!” Naruto shouted, his teary eyes clenching shut as he rushed forward, his rasengan powerful and fully charged and glowing in his hand. He smiled, knowing that he would have to do nothing short of taking down the self-proclaimed avenger. He would have to break every bone in his arms and leg; he would have to knock him unconscious. He couldn't take his best friend, his lover, back to the village if he was still awake and coherent.

 

Sasuke had met him head on with single-minded intensity. He had fully intended to devastate the dobe, to make him see that nothing was possible, that he couldn't return to the village. He wouldn't be able to defeat his oft-damned brother if he wasn't allowed to grow as he chose to do so. He would be doomed to a life of mediocrity. And if he returned to the village now, he would be completely devastated. He wouldn't be allowed to leave ever again.

 

And if he couldn't leave, he couldn't destroy Itachi.

 

When they met, a tangling of limbs and energy, it was Sasuke who fell, Sasuke whose determination and will wasn't strong enough. It was Sasuke who lost to Naruto.

 

And as he had promised, Naruto had dragged Sasuke home with broken limbs, bleeding and desperate to leave, but incapable of doing so.

 

Sasuke couldn't help but feel a bit of resentment toward the other boy, toward his lover and his best friend. But he didn't let it stop him from being so determined to be the best he could be in anything he did. Even when it came to his blond boyfriend.

 

And I will walk on water, and you will catch me if I fall. And I will get lost into your eyes. I know everything will be alright. I know everything is alright. I know you didn't bring me out here to drown, so why am I ten feet under and upside down? Barely surviving has become my purpose because I'm so used to living underneath the surface.

 

Naruto was crying out, his voice deep and breathy as he writhed beneath Sasuke. His voice was desperate, he was calling his lover's name his eyes closed as he followed Sasuke's movements. The blue eyes were hidden behind a golden veil of skin, hiding the magical orbs that had entranced him so much. Sasuke couldn't help the smirk that passed over his face as Naruto whined yet again.

 

He slid his mouth lower, moistening Naruto's erection with his tongue. Naruto wouldn't be leading tonight, this was about Sasuke having control, about him having power and not being weak and needy. He didn't need somebody to protect him, somebody to save him. He could take care of himself. He didn't need to be saved. This wasn't about anything more than his ego and his pride and just being with the man he called his lover.

 

He pushed moistened fingers into Naruto's tight hole, massaging muscles that belonged to him. He was possessive and if he was going to be with him, if he was going to be with Naruto, then Naruto had to be willing to give up everything, like he had been forced to. Naruto would have to belong to him. Belong in him and around him and to him.

 

Naruto whined softly, biting down on his fist as he thrust against the fingers in his ass. He knew, he knew that Sasuke would always be demanding of him, and he had expected it when he'd brought the raven-haired bastard back. He gladly acquiesced to his demands.

 

A powerful hand slid into the wild, untamable dark locks, holding the pale face close to his erection, demanding silently that it be given attention. That Sasuke not neglect his straining need, the manifestation of his desire. He cried out again as Sasuke's throat constricted painfully tight around the turgid length. His fist tightened and Naruto pulled painfully on the raven strands.

 

The blond was impatient even in the bedroom, a fact that amused Sasuke to no end. He loved that the blond was so demanding, that his outgoing, demanding personality translated to even these activities, because it would be far too hard for Sasuke to guess anything that was going through the other man's mind, regardless of the fact that he seemed to be quite well versed in Naruto's secret language.

 

“Fuck me!” Naruto growled, thrusting his hips up, pressing his very pelvis to Sasuke's face, demanding he be obeyed. Sasuke wouldn't have it any other way though. He needed Naruto like the deserts needed rain. Naruto was a breath of fresh air in a stale room.

 

Naruto had saved him; Naruto had caught him as he'd fallen ever deeper into blackness.

 

Sasuke pulled back, letting his black eyes roam the pliant form before him. He knew that Naruto wasn't used to begging, knew that Naruto would be getting a lot of shit for this when it was done, but he also knew that he would deny Naruto nothing. He pulled his fingers free from Naruto and turned his attention to his own erection. Naruto was quick to heal, but Sasuke wouldn't have the good fortune. And he didn't know enough medic-nin to take care of his problem should he hurt himself. He rubbed the cool lubricant over himself, sighing as he finally paid attention to his own lust and needs. He needed Naruto, needed to be in the blond, needed to feel him around him. And sometimes, he needed Naruto in him, but tonight, this was about reclaiming his pride. His very manhood depended on the fact that he could force Naruto to submit to him.

 

Satisfied with his handiwork, Sasuke pulled his hand away and wrapped Naruto's fingers in his hand instead. He smirked at the wanton look of desire on his lover's face, knowing that he would do whatever it took to keep that look so blissfully present. He shifted his hips so his tip was pressing against the still tight hole, knowing that this was going to be hard on his lover, but that the other would love it anyways. Naruto was always a glutton for a bit of punishment.

 

With one hand in Naruto's, and another on his lover's ass, Sasuke forced himself into Naruto's golden body. The blond shouted as pain and pleasure and shock poured through him. His hips pushed against Sasuke's, his back against the bed, fighting to stay with Sasuke, fighting to get away from him. Tears gathered in the clenched blue eyes and Sasuke stayed still, letting the incredible tightness surround him, engulf him, envelop him in rigid blessedness. He didn't need to, didn't bother to try to move until Naruto's deep voice spoke up, commanding and pleading in the same breath, “Move you bastard!”

 

Sasuke complied, pulling his hips back before thrusting back in again. He held Naruto still with the hand on his hip, shifting his angle as he pulled out reentered. It was his own personal heaven and Sasuke would have been glad to die there, content to know that he had everything he needed in this golden body.

 

His body moved of its own accord, his lips claimed Naruto's, his back hunching so that he was kneeling quite acrobatically over his lover. He was no longer just fucking his friend, he was making love to his lover, he was enjoying Naruto's body as it was supposed to be and he was reveling in the heat and the pleasure that was his lover. Naruto was his, and he was enjoying that.

 

Their bodies moved in harmony as they forced each other closer and closer to the cliff that would send them to their coveted little deaths. They were fighting to make the other come first, as they always did. Naruto's muscles were clenching ever so tightly around Sasuke. Sasuke's hand was working wicked little patterns over Naruto's wet length, caressing the sensitive flesh.

 

Sasuke won their fight tonight. Naruto's body tensed, clenching painfully around Sasuke as his back arched. His blue eyes flew open and he shouted incoherently at the ceiling. As Sasuke continued to move, Naruto couldn't stop the feeble whimpers that escaped, his oversensitive body being tortured and teased with Sasuke's fluttering touches. It wasn't long before Sasuke was forced to submit, his body tensing as he forced himself into Naruto one last time for the night. He came, filling his lover with his essence, marking him in the most primitive of ways, claiming him in every sense of the word.

 

He pulled himself free before he'd even caught his breath and fell to Naruto's side. This was the reason he'd come back. And as golden arms encircled him, Sasuke knew he was where he was supposed to be.

 

If I could just see you, everything would be all right. If I'd see you, this darkness would turn to light.

 

Sasuke liked nights like these, when he'd done everything he could to meld with Naruto, and when he'd become so exhausted there was nothing left for him but to lie, helpless beside his golden lover. Naruto managed to push him to his limits, even here in the bed. He possessed Naruto, as surely as the golden-haired boy possessed him. And that was okay with Sasuke. He liked to know that he was owned by the one person he wanted to claim that right.

 

Snuggling into Naruto's muscular side, a contented breath escaped him before his eyes slid closed, Naruto's arm tight around his shoulders. Even in the oppressive darkness that was the middle of the night, Naruto being there made everything alright.